Emerald's Diner - Episode 8: Pretzel bagel, toasted, w/ cream cheese

The old lady at the bagel store,
Calls me Mac,
Even though that is not my name, not at all.
She's old and she's sweet,
My order is always right,
I can tell that her hearing has gone,
But she smiles at my sight,
I damn the forces that made this joyful soul work,
Lord knows for us all money is tight,
But I will not correct her,
I will not fight,
My bagel is warm, made with care I know
That, you know, is all I can hope
For at the bagel store,
She'll be her,
And I'll be Mac.

Written by:
Emerald Svienty

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